Sometimes the most honest truth doesn’t go in a fancy locked book. Sometimes it goes in the pocket of a tired nanny who decided not to leave.
“I’m not writing in that old thing,” she said, kicking a stuffed bunny across the floor. “It’s boomer cringe.” miss penelope dork diaries
“I’d write that I’m scared,” she whispered. “Of being alone. Mom and Dad are always gone. The nannies always leave. You’ll leave too, Miss Fart Cloud.” Sometimes the most honest truth doesn’t go in
I didn’t say “of course I won’t leave.” That’s a lie nannies can’t afford to tell. Instead, I said, “Then write that. Write the scary part. That’s the only rule. The truth.” ” she said